He released the grip on his neck when he heard Alice make off with a clothing of sorts. She decided to make off with one of his shirts instead. Domino felt a his face turn red again as Alice went off, though she wasted no time in returning from the kitchen area with a well filled plate. The man blinked as he looked at the meal. He was terrible at prepping for himself since he was always consistently working, whether it be he was building something, dealing with a job, or patching the fabric of reality. "Alice.. You're spoiling me..." After she had poured the glasses of orange juice and taken a drink, Domino leaned over suddenly and kissed her on the cheek, as thanks for the meal. Normally he hark things down in a brutish fashion, particularly for meals this excellent. But, Domino steeled himself in front of Alice, taking the toast slowly and eating it carefully.
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Fenrir felt his fur stand, a third scent revealing itself. What was this? Domino's scent could be felt in the air-ship, but everything was peaceful. Something told him however, that soon this place would be opposite of that.
Who? Himself, Redner. Distant: Fenrir.
Where? Valkyr 01,
Wha? Basking..
O.O.C:
Valkyr 01